Poems begining by C
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Chloris in the Snow
© William Strode
I SAW fair Chloris walk alone,
When feather'd rain came softly down,
As Jove descending from his Tower
To court her in a silver shower:
Content
© George Herbert
Peace, mutt'ring thoughts, and do not grudge to keep
Within the walls of your own breast.
Who cannot on his own bed sweetly sleep,
Can on another's hardly rest.
Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre (II)
© Victor Marie Hugo
Espérez ! espérez ! espérez, misérables !
Pas de deuil infini, pas de maux incurables,
Pas d'enfer éternel !
Les douleurs vont à Dieu, comme la flèche aux cibles ;
Les bonnes actions sont les gonds invisibles
De la porte du ciel.
Contemplations
© Anne Bradstreet
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,
2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed,
3 The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
4 Were gilded o're by his rich golden head.
Chorus From Oedipus At Colonos
© Anthony Evan Hecht
What is unwisdom but the lusting after
Longevity: to be old and full of days!
For the vast and unremitting tide of years
Casts up to view more sorrowful things than joyful;
Cologne
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,
And pavements fang'd with murderous stones
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
I counted two and seventy stenches,
Constancy In Change.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thank the mould within thy heart,
That the Muses' favour blest
Ne'er will perish, ne'er depart.
Cat-pie.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHILE he is mark'd by vision clearWho fathoms Nature's treasures,
The man may follow, void of fear,Who her proportions measures.Though for one mortal, it is true,These trades may both be fitted,
Yet, that the things themselves are twoMust always be admitted.Once on a time there lived a cookWhose skill was past disputing,
Who in his head a fancy tookTo try his luck at shooting.So, gun in hand, he sought a spotWhere stores of game were breeding,
Christel.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My senses ofttimes are oppress'd,Oft stagnant is my blood;
But when by Christel's sight I'm blest,I feel my strength renew'd.
I see her here, I see her there,And really cannot tell
The manner how, the when, the where,The why I love her well.If with the merest glance I viewHer black and roguish eyes,
Conflict Of Wit And Beauty
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Sir Wit, who is so much esteem'd,
And who is worthy of all honour,
Saw Beauty his superior deem'd
By folks who loved to gaze upon her;
At this he was most sorely vex'd.
Can't Frighten Them
© Edgar Albert Guest
This is the way to take your woes,
Just grin and bear 'em,
Since everybody round here knows
A frown won't scare 'em.
Corn-Planting
© Peter McArthur
THE earth is awake and the birds have come,
There is life in the beat of the breeze,
Comfort In Tears.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
How happens it that thou art sad,While happy all appear?
Thine eye proclaims too well that thouHast wept full many a tear."If I have wept in solitude,None other shares my grief,
And tears to me sweet balsam are,And give my heart relief."Thy happy friends invite thee now,--Oh come, then, to our breast!
And let the loss thou hast sustain'dBe there to us confess'd!"Ye shout, torment me, knowing notWhat 'tis afflicteth me;
Celebrity.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[A satire on his own Sorrows of Werther.]ON bridges small and bridges great
Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state,
Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone,
Some small as dolls, some giants grown;
Coptic Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Smile, nod, and join in the chorus with me:
"Vain 'tis to wait till the dolt grows less silly!
Play then the fool with the fool, willy-nilly,--
Continual Conversation With A Silent Man
© Wallace Stevens
The old brown hen and the old blue sky,
Between the two we live and die--
The broken cartwheel on the hill.
